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\nCurse of the Cat Girl (a very\nshort vignette)

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\nI’d met her at a party –\none of those annoying fancy dress ones. I’d only gone along because\nFreddie had told me that there would definitely be cute girls there\nthis time. \n

\n I went as the Tom Baker era\nDoctor Who. I already had the scarf. All I had to do was to get a\nfloppy hat. \n

\n There were girls at the\nparty, but there was only one who drew my attention. There was this\nslim, young girl, who couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. She\nhad gone as Catwoman, the DC Comics character. Not hard to do, as all\nthat you needed was a catsuit and some cat ears, and those aren’t\nthat hard to come by. But the grey rubber catsuit which she had\nchosen was the most figure-hugging one which I had ever had the\npleasure of seeing. It left very little to the imagination (and my\nimagination had always been very fertile). It had a lot of zippers,\nlike the catsuit out of the Batman Returns movie. But this one was\ngrey, rather than black latex, like the one worn by Michelle\nPfeiffer. One of the zippers went right under the crotch. The suit\nlooked more like the sort of thing you would get in a quality sex\nshop than in a place hiring out fancy dress costumes. \n

\n She was drinking a gimlet.\nI’m not a fan of gin, normally, but I switched from my lager to\ndrink a gimlet like her. She smiled at me, revealing perfect little\nwhite teeth.

\n Anyway, I won’t bore you\nwith the rest of the fancy dress party (and it was pretty boring).\nI’ll cut to the chase, and that was a very drunk Catwoman going\nhome with me. I wasn’t exactly sober myself, if I’m telling the\ntruth.

\n A taxi delivered us to the\nfloor of my flat. we went in. I put the chain on, just in case. I\nwanted to retire to the bedroom. That was why we had come back to my\nplace, after all. I had only one thing in mind, separated from me\nonly by a thin layer of grey rubber (and a zip). I didn’t even know\nthe girl’s name. Hell, I couldn’t even remember if I had told her\nmine.

\n “I want some milk.” she\nsaid.

\n “Milk? There’s some in\nthe kitchen.” I am lactose intolerant, but I have a small amount of\nmilk for my guests, as I have friends around a lot and they always\ninsist on having milk in their coffee, for reasons which I have never\nunderstood. \n

\n She sauntered into my\nkitchen. I watched her arse as she moved. It was the sweetest,\nsexiest arse which I had ever seen. My cock began to get hard just\nwatching her sashay over to my fridge.

\n She got out the milk. Then\nshe surprised me by getting a saucer out of one of my cupboards. She\npoured a little of the milk into the saucer, and put the saucer down\non the linoleum-covered floor of my kitchen. She got down on all\nfours, her arse pointing in my general direction. She began to lap up\nthe milk as though she was a real cat. This girl was weird. Did she\nthink that she was a cat or something?

\n One pretty little hand\nreached back and undid the zip running under her crotch. The\ntightness of the zip caused the suit to pull back, revealing that she\nwasn’t wearing any panties and that she shaved her crotch. Her cute\nlittle labia were slightly parted.

\n She looked back over her\nshoulder at me. \n

\n “Well, what are you\nwaiting for, an invitation?”

\n No, that was enough. If\nthis girl wanted to fuck on the floor of my kitchen, then that was\nperfectly fine as far as my cock was concerned. He didn’t care what\nroom we were in, as long as he got buried in some pussy. I took off\nmy clothes, throwing them this way and that. \n

\n I knelt down behind the\ngirl, and eased my rock-hard cock between her labia, making sure that\nI avoided the zip. She was sopping wet, and my cockhead slipped in.\nSlowly I went all of the way into her cunt, as she carried on licking\nmilk out of the saucer. Her pussy was hot and wet, and pretty much\nthe tightest pussy I had ever known. It gripped my cock like a\nclenched fist. \n

\n “Fuck me hard.” she\nmoaned. “Fuck me hard and make me cum.”

\n I’ll do my best,\nI thought, hoping that I hadn’t had one too many gimlets. I set up\na slow thrusting action, drawing back so that only my glans was\ninside her, with each thrust. Then I would push forward, opening up\nher tight cunt again.

\n “Faster.” she said. I\nwent as fast as I could, although she was too tight to go too fast.\nShe definitely was not a virgin, but I reckoned that she couldn’t\nhave had a great deal of sex, for her pussy to be that tight.

\n I leant over her,\nsupporting myself with one hand, grasping one of her small breasts\nwith the other. The breast was not covered by rubber. She must have\nopened another zip and pulled it through. \n

\n “Hurt it.” she gasped.\n“Hurt my breast. Use your nails on my nipple.”

\n I did not say no. A little\npain could be a frisson on top of pleasure. I did as commanded, and\nsqueezed her hard nipple between my fingers. \n

\n “Harder.” she said. I\npresumed that she meant squeeze her nipple harder, rather than fuck\nher harder, as I was already thrusting into her pussy with as much\nenergy as I had at my disposal. I really used my nail, digging into\nthe nipple flesh, twisting and pulling the nipple away from her\nbreast. This little minx really was into pain.

\n “Aaaah.” she gasped,\nclearly enjoying my less than gentle ministrations. “Now the other\none.”

\n I changed hands, supporting\nmyself with my right hand, and mauling her left nipple with the\nfinger and nails of my left hand. I knew how hard she liked it, and\nmy fingernails really dug in. I got a lot more aaah\nsounds from her. I\nhoped that she liked it, as I was not that far from cumming myself. \n

\n “Now my clit.” she\nsaid. “Hurt my clit.”

\n I reached down and found\nher clit. I dug my fingernails in. She gasped into the back of one of\nher hands, biting down as I brutalised her poor little bud. And then\nshe came. \n

\n I could feel her pussy\npulsing, squeezing me with an iron grip. That was enough to send me\nover the edge. I spurted deep in her cunt. I had intended to pull\nout, if I could. But no power on Earth would have prevented me, just\nthen, from cumming deep inside her. When I was spent, I withdrew from\nher. It was the best fuck I had ever had…

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\nMy eyes opened. I was lying on\nthe linoleum of the kitchen floor. There was an empty saucer a little\nway in front of me. I must have fallen asleep on the floor. \n

\n I staggered to my feet. I\nput on some clothes. It was already morning. There was no sign of the\ngirl from the night before. She had already gone, and I didn’t have\nher mobile number. I didn’t even know her name.

\n My flat was a little cool.\nOne of my windows was open, and I was pretty sure that they had all\nbeen closed the night before. \n

\n Then I noticed that the\nchain was still on my door. How had she left my flat and put the\nchain on behind her? I was pretty sure that I’d put the chain on\nwhen we’d entered late last night. I looked back at the open\nwindow. It couldn’t be… Nah… \n

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\nAnyway, since that night, I\nleave that window open, and I put a saucer of milk just inside. Just\nin case, you know, the cat girl feels like a second encounter…

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\nThe End

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